Well, he was clearly coming out of the funk she’d found him in. She was torn on how to react to his laughter. On the one hand, a magic user in a good mood, and seemingly enjoying her company, was definitely a step in her favor. She and Dean needed friends in this place if they were going to expect to survive for very long, and she liked having the bigger bullies on the playground all on her side. A magic user definitely qualified. But on the other hand, he was laughing at her, and that chafed. People didn’t laugh at her if they intended to keep their tongues for very long. That wouldn’t help her situation here, though. Being unable to skip town put a damper on just how much she could get away with and if she misbehaved someone would eventually come knocking.
“Something funny?” she asked, her tone bordering on dangerous, though still light. She set the flask back into the sand between them, suddenly not as concerned as to what might happen to him if he finished it off. She hadn’t been bluffing. She would leave him there. Well…she might at least be sporting and drag him above the tide line but she certainly wasn’t going to do more than that for him if things went south. She had no idea where he was even staying and there was no way in Hell she was taking him back to the safe house. Even if she’d though she could trust him, and one shared drink on a beach certainly did not qualify, she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she brought home some adorable young man. Her intentions could have been saintly…well…as saintly as something her could be, and Dean would still have her ass for it.